Night is down in insect town
I'm sitting here glued to the glowing tube
Tedious, tedium, flowing slow
I'm crying for something I could really use
We're worker ants, or ants with wings
Saying "God I'm high" or "Christ, I'm late"
Asking girls and women
"Won't you show us the way
To crumple sheets and naughtier things? "
But it's sad, so sad
The old people never had not quite so bad
(not this way, anyway)
And it,s sad, sad, sad
The sadness of a long dead star on late night TV
The sadness of shooting away your bloom
And of old crumpled men in their workday suits
And telephones ringing in empty rooms
All the birs have flown from the uptown
And a family I know has built an ark
It's been raining long in a steady flow
And newspaper headlines read bad and stark
But is sad, so sad
The old people never had not quite so bad.
And it,s sad, sad, sad
The sadness of a long dead star on late night TV
The sadness of shooting away your bloom
And of old crumpled men in their workday suits
And telephones ringing in empty rooms
Ska, ska...
I said people of babylon, "well if you wanna be wrong, you gotta be strong"
cause if you don´t, you´ll go down, down, down
well you bite the hand that feeds you
spite in the face of those who needs you
don´t you know when you´re old, who is gonna feed when you´re on your own.
I heard my black brothers tell me every, about how they been put down in a so many ways
Well, don´t you know rasta?, we´ve been treated just the same way
I look around, and all i see is...
White Trash, in a Babylon
White Trash, in a London
White Trash right here in Buenos Aires town, Yeah
White Trash, in a rich man
White Trash in a babylon
White Trash, were we´re living, hurlingham, URLINGAN! YEAH!
Ska, ska...
People of the Argentine
you easy eat you´re meet your everyday, you´re looking so fine,
don´t you know what´s happening to, you´re going down all the time
cause you bite the hand that feeds you
spit in the face of those who needs you
don´t you know when you´re old, who is gonna feed you when you´re on your own.
I heard my black brother tell me everday, about how they been put down in a so many ways
don´t you know rasta?, some of us been treated, in just the same way,
I look around, and all i see is...
White Trash, in a Babylon
White Trash, in a London
White Trash, aca! in Buenos Aires town!, you better belive it
White Trash, in a Birmingham
White Trash, in a Twinkcenham
White Trash, were we´re living, hurlingham, c´mon Baby, Hurlingham, yeah!
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SKa, Ska,....
gente de Babilonía, si quieren estar equivocado
tienen que ser fuertes
Si no se irán
Abajo, abajo abajo
pueden morder la mano del que les da de comer
escupir a ésos que lo necesitan
Pero cuando sean viejos, quien va a alimentarlos
¿Cuando esten por su cuenta?
Escucho a mis hermanos negros todos los días
Decir cómo han sido maltratados de tantas maneras
Bien, ¿y nosotros Rasta?
Algunos de nosotros fuimos tratado del mismo modo
Miro y todo lo que veo es
Basura blanca en Babilonía
Basura blanca en London
Basura blanca aquí en la ciudad de Buenos Aires
Ska, Ska....
gente de argentina
comen su carne todos los días
Y se visten tan bien
Qué hay de sus hermanos en África
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comMoribundo, hambriento
¿Constantemente?
Bien, pueden morder la mano....
Miro y todo que veo lo es
Basura blanca en Birmingham
Basura blanca en Twinckenham
Basura blanca donde vivo en Hurlingham.